Okay, if you’ve been following for a while…
Hold on, wait, damn, I start a lot of my posts this way.
You’d know that I’m Filipino (not exactly proud, but I’d say it if you specifically asked for my ethnicity. If you ask what am I, I’d say an American. Again, not proudly. I’d love to be English, lots of people would love to be English). [Keep reading after the break to find out what the hell I’m going on about!]
So clearly, I’m Asian. (The Philippines is in Asia, isn’t it?)
A couple of Asian stereotypes to keep in mind here. We’re all insanely huge fans of Dragon Ball (Z). That ought to be true, Dragon Ball (pardon my French) fucking rules, okay? Also, we like to bleach our black hair and get all crazy with gel. Okay, so my hair is often pretty crazy, and it is also the standard jet black hue of brown that a population of Asians are.
What I’m getting at here is that I want to bleach my hair. I want to go blonde. Kill my protein cells and look like a frickin Super Saiyajin. I want my damn power level over 9000. I don’t exactly know if I’d look good bleached, but that’s why we experiment, right? I want to bleach my hair. I WANT TO. I want it to happen so badly.